Hmmmmh!
We use electric toothbrushes. When their humming stops, it’s the signal for our days to start, or time for bed. But while the brushes are humming, it’s no time for chatting. But that’s all too easy to forget... until either you start to speak, or try to listen!
“Gurgley gobble gobble!”
”Can’t understand what you’re trying to say!”
“Gurgle gobble gloop!”
”Tell me later!”
Phew! No more conversation!
But what’s that noise?
There was no mistaking that noise. I heard it everyday... over and over!
Surely it shouldn’t be possible. ‘Alouette, Gentille Alouette’ - hummed! She’s even humming competitively now! Hmmmmh!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
For anyone I’ve not already told, my wife is a serial hummer... and it’s always the same song - Alouette, Gentille Alouette. I love her humming really, but would occasionally like to hear a different tune, which even she claims to dislike. But I have to hand it to her, while she can’t speak properly with a toothbrush in her mouth, her hummed rendition of that gruesome French kid’s song is perfect and gurgle-free!
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Jamie Clapperton 8 months ago
This is making me think of a certain scene in a Laurel and Hardy film.
'ladadaadadadaaadadadaadaa'
'Pom Pom;
Laadadaadadadadadadadadadda.a.'POM POM!
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Christopher 8 months ago
My sister used to hum when we were kids. It drove me and my mom nuts and she didn't even realize she was doing it! We'd say, "Stop humming!" and she'd say, "I wasn't!"
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Neville Hunt 8 months ago
That’s the same with Mrs H, Christopher🥴
